"Why can't we awaken the Heavenly Venerable?" Jun Ting looked at Tang Yan in confusion.
Their Sword Intent was too low-grade... Naturally, Tang Yan would not voice such a blunt truth. After a moment's thought, he found words to help the three save face. "The Emotion Sword Venerable has been asleep for too long, and her divine soul has grown extremely weak. Awakening her will be difficult.
We might as well return and report to the Sword Alliance's higher-ups. Let them handle it."
Jun Ting surveyed the surroundings, checking for any other opportunities he could take away.
Having reached this place with such difficulty, he simply could not resign himself to returning empty-handed.
A shrewd gleam flashed through the Golden Dragon's eyes, and he said languidly, "Boy, give me ten Saint Pills, and I'll tell you the truth about the Emotion Sword Venerable's inheritance!"
Jun Ting drew his sword and pointed it at the Golden Dragon, his voice icy. "Tell me now, or I'll kill you!"
The Golden Dragon grinned. "You?"
Jun Ting slashed his sword at the Golden Dragon.
Clang~
The Sword Qi struck the dragon's body with a crisp, metallic ring.
"That tickled a little. Could you scratch me some more?" The Golden Dragon looked at Jun Ting earnestly.
Blood surged to Jun Ting's head, turning his face crimson. That single taunt from the Golden Dragon cut far more sharply than his sword strike.
Taking out an iron-box magic treasure, Jun Ting snapped, "Let's see how long you can hold out!"
The Golden Dragon said lazily, "Lord Dragon has been here for thirty thousand years. My lifespan has long since run out. Now I'm only clinging on with a wisp of remnant soul sustained by the power of the rules here. I've wanted to die for ages.
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